So much for posting every week or two. (Good thing so many of us are in the forgiveness business, or at least trying to get there.) On my sabbatical journey I had two weeks at home and encountered many treasures there:
- Getting teary just from the act of dropping my sophomore son and his girlfriend off at their school’s graduation.
- Three trips to Ikea, and hours of putting together furniture for our redecorated guest room. (Can you say: “studly”?)
- Nurturing my reborn knitting obsession. Now on version two of the sea-creature scarf.
- Two meetings with my new writing group; my dining room table blessed by their pages.
- Many little daily treasures of being able to choose what to do each day, visit favorite coffee shops and discover new ones, hang out with treasured friends.
- An opportunity to reignite my love for high school basketball: after six games in ten hours on a gorgeous Saturday, filling the spaces in between with walks and fun errands, I almost had my fill.
And finally, six days of sipping from the fire hose of the College for Congregational Development (no wonder I haven’t had time to blog!), taking a break from sabbatical just long enough to be reminded of just a few of the reasons I love what it is that I do. Watching the imperceptibly-not-yet-full moon rise on the last night of the College over lovely Dumas Bay with a bunch of amazing colleagues was a perfect end to this leg of the journey.
Next up: London.